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Finally, the golden-bearded giant hoisted his giant axe onto his shoulder, grinned, and revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Okay! Interesting! We'll do it your way!"

"We warriors of Elbaf never fear any challenge! Whether it's fighting, or... eating!"

A hunting competition brimming with primal energy and glory has begun.

The scale of the hunting competition in Elbaf was so grand that it dwarfed the hunting festival of any king.

That was no longer a simple hunt; it was a primal battle for ecological niches between behemoths and monsters.

The warriors of Elbaf roared as they charged into the perilous primeval forest. With their innate strength and familiarity with the land, they quickly engaged in fierce battles with the long-extinct prehistoric beasts.

A Triceratops, over fifty meters tall and with thick hide, was trapped in a giant trap by three giant warriors, who then chopped off its head with battle axes.

A giant pterosaur with a wingspan of over 100 meters and capable of breathing fire was shot down from the sky by a sharpshooter using a giant crossbow bolt made from an ancient tree.

Meanwhile, the Whitebeard Pirates put on a food gathering show full of violent aesthetics.

Chapter 300 The Torrent of the Times

Another year has passed since the events of the Lord.

During this year, the ancestral giant tortoise underwent tremendous changes on its back.

The twin divine trees, nurtured by the Heart of the World and the Fruit of Origin, have grown into a truly towering giant under the careful nurturing of Raine with various top-quality ingredients.

Its canopy almost touches the clouds, and its colorful leaves sway in the wind, radiating life energy that envelops the entire turtle-like structure, forming an independent and perfect ecological cycle.

Today is the day that this sacred tree bears its second fruit.

The night was deep, and the sea was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky.

At the highest point of the Twin Divine Trees, a crystal-clear fruit, its interior seemingly containing countless flowing threads of law, hangs quietly, exuding an aura of order that commands the submission of all things.

【The Fruit of the Law】.

Renn looked at the fruit, his eyes filled with anticipation.

This is the most crucial "pot" he plans to use to cook that "soup of the times".

With it, he can truly cook those ethereal, conceptual ingredients into tangible entities that can change the taste of the world.

"Sachi, thank you for your hard work tonight."

Raine spoke to a man beside him with an unusual hairstyle and a gentle smile on his face.

Sachi, the captain of the fourth team, is one of the most reliable and popular men on the ship.

"Don't worry, head chef."

Sachi patted his chest and replied with a smile, "I'll protect such an important treasure even if it costs me my life."

Renn nodded and didn't say anything more.

He turned and went back to his kitchen to begin preparing the special tools for tomorrow's harvesting ceremony.

The night grew deeper and deeper.

Tranquility returned to the deck, with only the gentle sound of the waves and Gatz's deafening snores in the distance.

Sachi leaned against the thick trunk of the sacred tree, warily looking around.

Although he didn't think there was any danger on the ship, he had to take the head chef's instructions seriously.

Just as he was feeling a bit drowsy from keeping watch, a familiar figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

"Brother Sachi, still awake?"

The man who arrived was Marshall D. Teach, who was carrying a plate of freshly baked cherry pies that smelled sweet, with an innocent smile on his face.

"Oh, it's Teach."

When Sachi saw him, he lowered his guard, smiled and yawned: "The head chef told me to guard this fruit, so nothing can go wrong."

"Hahaha, Brother Sachi, you've really worked hard."

Teach handed over the cherry pie in his hand: "I just passed by the kitchen and saw the midnight snack that Brother Ryan made, so I brought you a serving to replenish your energy."

"Thanks, Teach, you're such a thoughtful guy."

Sachi, unsuspecting, took the plate of cherry pies that looked incredibly delicious, picked up a piece, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The moment the pie entered his mouth, its sweet flavor exploded instantly.

However, just as he was enjoying the delicious food and preparing to praise Teach for being so sensible, a sudden, excruciating pain, sharp enough to tear his soul apart, came from his abdomen.

He looked down in disbelief at a black dagger, stained with cherry sauce and his blood, deeply embedded in his abdomen.

The one holding the dagger was none other than his younger brother, who had been smiling at him just a moment before.

"Why...why..."

Sachi's voice was filled with incomprehension and pain. He couldn't understand why his family member, who usually seemed the most honest and sensible, would treat him so cruelly.

"Thief, hahahaha..."

All the innocence and naivety on Teach's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, ferocious look filled with endless ambition.

"why?"

He pulled the dagger out, then plunged it back in hard, relishing the pained expression on Sachi's face.

"Because you're blocking my way, Brother Sachi."

Teach's voice was soft, yet it sounded like a devil's whisper from hell.

"This fruit was meant to be mine; it was fate's arrangement."

He knew that to realize his ambition of becoming the king of the world, he needed to have the power to set the rules.

And this fruit of law before him is the most crucial cornerstone on his path to the throne.

Sachi's body slowly collapsed, and in his usually gentle eyes, the last thing he saw was Teach's face, contorted with ecstasy, and the black hand, stained with his blood, reaching for the Fruit of Law.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight fell on the back of the ancestral giant tortoise, a cry of grief and disbelief shattered the silence.

Sachi's body has been found.

He lay quietly beneath the Twin Trees, the gruesome hole in his chest now cold, a trace of bewilderment and shock still lingering on his face as he lay dying.

The Fruit of Law, which should have been radiating the light of order on the branch, along with Marshall D. Teach, who always followed behind him and called him "Big Brother," had vanished without a trace.

The bitterness of betrayal, at this moment, pierced the hearts of every member of the Whitebeard Pirates in the most cruel way.

Thatch's death was like a bucket of cold, blood-soaked seawater, mixed with betrayal, poured onto the burning bonfire of the Whitebeard Pirates.

The atmosphere on the deck was as heavy as an ancient glacier.

No one spoke; only suppressed, heavy breathing, like that of wild beasts, rose and fell.

Gatz's eyes, which were always full of honesty and appetite, were now bloodshot. He gripped the huge anchor tightly in his hand, his knuckles white from the force, as if he wanted to crush it.

Marco, Joz, Vista... every captain's face was shrouded in an inescapable gloom and murderous intent.

They are family, brothers who would live and die together.

And now, one of their brothers has been murdered in the most despicable way by another brother they also considered family.

Newgate stood silently beside Satch's body, his mountain-like figure motionless, his face expressionless.

But everyone knows that beneath this calm, a raging fury from the world's strongest man is brewing, a fury powerful enough to boil the entire ocean.

This crossed his only, and absolutely unforgivable, bottom line.

“Teach…”

Newgate's voice was hoarse, like two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other.

"I want to kill that bastard with my own hands!"

"Bring him back! Tear him to pieces!"

"Avenge Sachi!"

The crew's anger was completely ignited. They roared and shouted, and the combined killing intent was enough to make any naval fleet tremble in fear.

Just as this grief and anger were about to spiral out of control, a calm voice rang out.

"It's too late to chase after them now."

It was Raine. He slowly walked out of the crowd, his face also carrying a hint of coldness, but his eyes were unusually calm.

“Teach is smart. Since he chose to defect, he must have prepared a foolproof way out for himself. We can’t find him on the vast ocean.”

"Then what should we do?! Are we just going to let it go like this?!" Gatz roared.

Of course not.

Ryan shook his head, walked up to Newgate, and took out a scroll from his pocket that was made of some unknown material and emitted a faint glow.

That was the complete map he had traded from the Five Elders, which recorded the locations of all the historical texts in the world, including the four red Poneglyphs.

"Captain, men."

Ryan spread the map out in the center of the deck, and the dense markings on it instantly attracted everyone's attention.

“Teach’s defection and the theft of the Fruit of Law have always had only one purpose.”

Ryan's voice was clear and logical, like a cold scalpel, dissecting Teach's deepest ambitions with perfect clarity.

"He is going to the end of the world, Laugh Tale."

"He intends to use the power of the Fruit of Law to forcibly seize and distort ONE PIECE, and become the new King of the World."

Ryan's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's hearts.

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Him?"

The crowd could not believe it.

Don't underestimate him.

Ryan's eyes became incredibly deep: "He's hiding it better than any of us could have imagined, and his ambitions are far greater than we could have imagined."

"To reach Laugh Tale, you must collect rubbings of the four Poneglyphs, and their locations are recorded on this map."

Raine's finger traced across the map, finally landing on the legendary final island, surrounded by a massive vortex.

"He must be on his way to the location of one of the historical inscriptions on the road sign right now, and all we need to do is wait for him at the end."

Newgate looked at the map, then at the faces of his crew, faces filled with grief and the flames of revenge. Gradually, the anger in his heart was replaced by a deeper and more resolute will.

He slowly straightened up, his mountain-like figure once again exuding an undeniable aura of dominance.

“Raine is right.”

His voice was loud and clear, like a bell, dispelling all the confusion and sorrow on the deck.

"We're not going to chase after that treacherous bastard."

Newgate waved his hand, pointing with boundless pride to the sea that represented the end of the world.

"Let's go to Lavdru!"

"Let's set up that execution ground for cleaning up our ranks at the ends of the earth!"

Newgate's words were like a powerful shot of adrenaline, reigniting everyone's fighting spirit.

This is no longer for some vague and illusory treasure, nor for that laughable title of Pirate King.

This is to clean house.

It was to protect the last vestiges of dignity for their family members.

"My men!"

Newgate let out a deafening roar.

"Raise the sails! Full speed ahead!"

"Target—Laugh Dru!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"